Nutcrackerz Lyrics - Dizzee Rascal

Cause man ain't bumping him or you 

Man ain't bumping him either 

Man ain't come for him 

Man ain't come to grin neither 

Man ain't comforting geezers, ease up 

Man ain't jumping in neither 

Man just jumpy and eager beavers 

Shit ain't sunken in neither 

Man just old school from Gloucester Grove 

When man had comfortable Fila 

Back when [?] didn't even live there 

It was Josh and Makeda 

Back when gangsters weren't even shooting 

Man took chunks with that cleaver 

Back all Super Dee, Stone Love days 

Yep, Jamrock Sound, Metro Media 

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Back in the day when I was broke 

I was on Bow Road and looking out for eaters 

Back in the day before I had seven figures 

Our bredders were begging me for features 

Back in the day before bloggers and tweeters 

Before they knew I was a genius 

They were the days when I was excluded 

From school for fucking with my teachers 

I was so damn facetious 

I would leave em with fevers 

Seizures, bunch of holes in my sneakers 

Back in the day before I had that 

Brand new Range Rover, looking devious 

Previous, I was moving mischievous 

None of my girlfriends were divas 

Making moves was the easiest 

Please don't make me get deeper 

I was linking Kamika 

Ice Rink and that Creeper 

Had em dropping in caesars 

Jesus, bunch of unstable geezers 

Bunch of peelers and dealers 

Demons, they were holding them beaters 

We were owning them speakers 

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Man came back with that classic 

Man came back with that Raskit 

Rolled up with them Rottweilers 

And came back with Bullmastiffs 

Quickly grab them six brownings 

Women grab me two taxis 

There's a negative and a plus side 

Hollow's back with new batteries 

Hold up, coming back for you fassies 

Better run home, could I [?] the new lassy 

Them two straps are too massive 

Jumped out, pap pap pap with two maccies 

Quick, jump back in front seat and back seat 

Pricks get bought Ribena and Capri 

Don't gas me 

I was in the back streets, couldn't catch me 

On a jack spree 

They looking at me like "why you wanna rap me?", that's crappy 

I was actually not flashy 

They couldn't hack me 

All-black in my Nike Air tracky 

And I went all out on a fassy 

And I didn't make beats on a lappy 

What you know about Rex in Stratty? Exactly 

Had a yatty, in Hackney 

Big batty, a bit scatty 

But I was happy 

Cause she cooked saltfish and ackee 

She didn't clap me 

So I've gotta give thanks to Selassie 

Shy FX and UK Apache 

The speaker blowing, better keep it going 

Mention Hollowman when your speaker flowing 

Get that mozzarella cheese, get the pizza going 

Seen your gully side, now your weak is showing 

My nigga Dizzee Ras, they say he's a poet 

They hear we drop a track, niggas tippy-toeing 

Now come around a man with your pissy poems 

I've got bitches on my dick and their lippy showing